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- Abandon me not!
- Not all unworthy
- Be he who wins!
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| Wotan
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With Wotan no part hast thou—
He cannot fashion thy fate.
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| Brünnhilde
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By thee has been founded a race
Too glorious to bring forth a coward;
One day must a matchless hero
From Wälsung lineage spring.
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| Wotan
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Name not the Wälsungs to me!
- Renouncing thee,
- Them too I renounced;
Through envy they came to naught.
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| Brünnhilde
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- She who turned from thee
- Rescued the race;
[With an air of secrecy.
- Sieglinde bears
- Fruit holy and high;
- In pain and woe
- Beyond woe known to woman
- She will bring forth
- What in fear she hides!
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| Wotan
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- No shelter for her
- Seek at my hand,
Nor for fruit that she may bear.
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| Brünnhilde
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- The sword she has kept
- That thou gavest Siegmund.
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| Wotan
Violently.
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And that I splintered with my spear.
- Strive not, O maid,
- My spirit to trouble!
- Await thou the lot
- Cast and decreed;
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